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I love you, Tate. But I can’t forgive you. You have to pay for what you did. All the pain you caused. All the sorrow. You murdered my mother. That baby - whatever it was - it killed her. I can’t be with you. I won’t be with you. What are you saying? I’m saying go away.

My mom is dead. I’m so sorry. I know you were close. Yeah, we were. My dad’s down there all alone now. That makes me sad. I like your dad. He was nice to me. He’s nice to all his patients. Even the ones who lie to him. What? Why did you start seeing him in the first place? Constance thought you needed help. I did. I do. You knew you were dead. Yeah. I knew. Do you know why? The cops shot me. Right here in this room. Why? Why did they shoot you? I don’t know. You murdered people, Tate. Kids. Like us. The kids that came to us on Halloween. Why would I do that? Why would I do that? Why would I do that? No… Why would I do that? I don’t know. Why’d you kill those guys who lived here before us? Why would you rape my mother? I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I was different then…